Thursday, 8 September 2011

Darn it.

Excuse me while I take a wee break even from the break of knitting the wee baby sweater.

I've some darning to do. This sock looks in tough shape with that long slit down the centre of the heel and the dark stains on its sole. The stains are from an old pair of shoes with a bad inner lining.

Everything on the sole of this sock is great. The fibre is perfectly sturdy but a couple of washes ago, this long, perfectly vertical split between stitches going up the fabric about an inch appeared. It isn't the usual problem of wear.

I like these wee low tennis type socks. They were made from 1 - 50 gram ball of yarn. It went right down to the last few inches but it was fun seeing that it could be done for my feet. I am loathe to lose them.

So repair it is, for a perfectly good pair of socks. It will only take a few moments. Then, back to our regularly scheduled programming.

About Me

'Happiness is always a by-product. It is probably a matter of temperament, and for anything I know it may be glandular. But it is not something that can be demanded from life, and if you are not happy you had better stop worrying about it and see what treasures you can pluck from your own brand of unhappiness.'
- Robertson Davies
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These are my words to live by.
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When I was a kid one of my earliest memories of grandmas house was of all the aunties getting together to make wool quilts. My Uncle took off the table top and set up the quilt frame somehow on the table legs. We kids would sit under the table and watched the needles go through, and the hands turning moving swiftly along. Seeing a quilt being made from the underside is not something you forget. Sleeping under something that you saw being made right from the carding of the wool is not something you forget either. My Auntie Lorraine who loved to embroider and crochet taught my sister and I outline stitch embroidery for tea towels, pillow cases, and dresser scarves. There were always crocheted doilies and antimacassars at her house too. I have been fascinated by needle and threads since then. I can't pick a favourite among string and needle things. I sew, do crosstitch, needlepoint, hardanger, blackwork, and embroideries of all kinds. I crochet and tat, and now I knit too. Did I leave anything out? Tell me. I'll probably need to learn that too. It's a compulsion. And now I spin. Did I mention I have a small loom? And now a much bigger loom? Like I said, this is clearly a compulsion.